My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 1003: Deeper Love

Chapter 1003: Deeper Love

Camille, of course, wouldn't go. So, her attitude towards Brodyremained icy. This coldness made Brody feel that Camille was impoliteand disrespectful. Brody's emotions flared up, and he angrilyquestioned, "What do you mean by that? Are you not planning to comeback?"

Camille replied, "I thought we made things quite clear last night. Was Inot clear enough, or did I express myself in a way that you couldn'tunderstand?"

Camille's tone was mocking, and she had come to the realization thatthere were things she couldn't hope for. She didn't want to maintaineven the basic courtesy with Brody anymore.

Brody was naturally displeased with Camille's attitude. He continued toberate her, accusing her of being disobedient and ungrateful. Hebelieved that she was doing all this to get back at them for sending herto her grandmother's house in Flento when she was a child.

Brody kept repeating these same things, and Camille felt numb. Shedecided to end the call.

She had no intention of answering any calls from unlisted numbers inthe future. She didn't want to engage in any conversations with Brodyor Page. Their conversations were always the same, and she foundthem tiresome.

Camille put her phone down and refocused on the soup she wascooking. She sighed in resignation. However, she couldn't help butworry about Grace. Nothing bad had happened to her, had it?

Camille thought for a moment and then hurriedly left the kitchen to gooutside to the garden. She dialed Horace's number.

Horace's phone was with his secretary, so it was the secretary whoanswered the call.

The secretary said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Simpson, but Mr. Burris is currentlybusy dealing with some work-related matters. Is there something I canhelp you with? You can tell me, and I'll pass the message on to Mr.Burris when he's available.”

Camille asked, "Is he very busy?"

The secretary replied, "Yes, it seems he's dealing with some personalmatters. He left in the afternoon, and we don't know when he'll bedone.”

The secretary knew Camille's identity, so she shared what she knew, asit didn't make much difference whether she did or not.

Camille didn't press further and simply said, "Alright, please let himknow to reply to my message when he's back.”

"Of course, Mrs. Simpson. Don't worry; I'll make sure Mr. Burris getsyour message."

“Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Camille sighed silently and then put her phone down. Her expressionwas somewhat complicated, but she didn't have time to dwell on it.Ayan's call interrupted her thoughts.

Ayan said, "I'm on my way home."

Camille was slightly taken aback and quickly replied, "Alright, dinner isready. We can have it as soon as you get home."

Her response made Ayan hold back a low laugh. "The devoted wife andmother, huh?"

Camille knew he was teasing her again, and her expression showed ahint of coldness. She said, "Don't get too cheeky. Later, I might tellGrandpa how you've been treating me."

"What are you going to tell Grandpa?"

"Guess."

"Can't you say something nice about me? After all, Grandfather hasn'tbeen back for so long. Can't you be a little friendlier to me, given myrecent good behavior?"

“Let's see how you perform!"

Ayan chuckled, his voice taking on a sultry tone as he gently inquired,"What more do I need to do? Is my performance not satisfactoryenough at night? If that's the case, I hope you can cooperate with me.We're both in this together, after all. I'm making an effort, and youshould praise me a bit, shouldn't you?"

"Ayan!" Camille scolded.

“I'm here! Don't shout so loudly.” Ayan's laughter grew even moreevident.

Camille coldly said, "You can be quiet now. Stop talking. You're not verygood at it."

Camille didn't hesitate and hung up the phone. She quickly instructedher aunt to prepare some tea and fruits, then went out to the gardenwith Timmy to wait for the arrival of the old Simpson and others.

After about ten minutes, they heard the sound of a car approaching.The household staff had already opened the door, waiting for them. Thecar drove directly into the Simpson's mansion and parked in thedesignated spot. Camille turned to Timmy and said, “Timmy, Grandmais back."

Upon hearing the word "Grandma," Timmy immediately ran towards thecar. His little legs had become steady enough to outrun Camille.

As soon as Ayan got out of the car, he hugged Timmy tightly and kissedhim. "Timmy, Grandma missed you so much. Did you miss Grandmatoo?"

Timmy clung to Talia's neck and nodded vigorously. “Missed, missedGrandma."

Timmy was delighted, and he didn't want to let go of Talia.

Fletcher, who was nearby, reached out to hold him, but Timmy firmlyrejected him, wanting to stick with Talia alone.

Camille approached the car and greeted Fletcher, then went to help theold Simpsons out of the car.

She smiled and called out, "Grandpa, welcome back!"

"Very good, very good. I'm happy to be back. It's been so long sinceI've seen you and Timmy. I was afraid you'd forget me," the oldSimpson said, not mentioning Ayan at all, which made Camillesuppress a smile. She glanced at Ayan casually, her eyes slightlyraised, and she smiled as if to say, "See, Grandpa doesn't even noticeyou."

Ayan shook his head helplessly, but his eyes still doted on her.Camille helped the old Simpson walk towards the house, and theywalked rather slowly. The household staff had retreated, leaving onlythe two of them. Taking advantage of this moment, the old Simpsonasked, "Cami, have you been getting along well with him lately?"

The old Simpson's concern for her remained the same, and he alwaysworried about her relationship with Ayan.

Camille suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. After all, he was gettingolder, yet he was still so concerned about them. Camille's expressionshowed a hint of guilt and unease. She replied in a somewhat subduedtone, "Grandpa, we're doing fine."

“That's good. As long as you're fine, I'm happy. Since he's beenbehaving well, would you consider giving him a chance? Let him makeup for how he treated you in the past?"

The old Simpson looked at Camille with warmth in his eyes.

He was always like this, thinking of Camille in everything he did. Hewas genuinely good to her.

Camille bit her lip and smiled gently. She said, "Grandpa, are youpressuring me as soon as you return? Didn't you say I should test himcarefully? Now that you're back, do you want to test him for me aswell?"

"Alright. Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you,” the old Simpson didn'tpush further, even though he knew Camille was declining hissuggestion. There was no change in his emotions. He wore a lightsmile on his face and expressed his support for Camille in his words.With that said, they returned to the house. Camille helped the oldSimpson sit on the living room sofa. "Grandpa, the dinner is almostready."

The old Simpson took a sip of water from the glass Camille handed himand said, "Just water is fine for me. I'm not in the mood for food aftersitting in the car for so long.”

Camille looked concerned. She said softly, “Grandpa, I made soup foryou with my own hands. Won't you at least have a taste? I understandthat you may not have much of an appetite after the journey, butplease, just a few sips. It would mean a lot to me. Please?"

Camille's gentle voice coaxed the old Simpson. Fletcher, Talia, andAyan also joined in, saying, "Just have a taste, Cami put a lot of effortinto it."

Camille couldn't help but add, "Grandpa, Ayan is watching. If you don'teat, he'll make fun of me, and when it's just the two of us, he'll teaseme about how you love him more. So please, do it for me?"